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 Congo and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.