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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Index,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
the Association,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.