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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.