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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Gong,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.