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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
June Days,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Magma,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.