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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.