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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.