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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.