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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Visage,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.