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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.