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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.