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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.