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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.