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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.