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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Q65,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.