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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Monks,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.