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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Howard Jones 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.