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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.