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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.