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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.