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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.