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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.