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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.