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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Excepter,
June Days,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.