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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.