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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Nico,
Magma,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.