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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.