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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.