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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & 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.