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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Television,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Suicide,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.