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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 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 Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Roxette,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.