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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.