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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.