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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.