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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.