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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.