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 Romania 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Oneida,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.