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 Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.