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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.