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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.