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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Soft Cell to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.