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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.