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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.