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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.