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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Index,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.