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 Germany and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.