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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Index,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.