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 Iran 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.