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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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?
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.