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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Intrusion,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.