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 Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.