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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.