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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.