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 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.