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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.