Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.