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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.