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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Crime,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.