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 Zimbabwe 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.