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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.