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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Mars,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.