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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.