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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.