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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.