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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
cv313,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.