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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.