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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.