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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Unwound,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.