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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.