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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.