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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.