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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.