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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 the Slits to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.