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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.