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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.