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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.