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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Ten City,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.