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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Swans,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Wings,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.