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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.