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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.