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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.