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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.