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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.