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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.