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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.