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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.