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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.