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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.