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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.