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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.