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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.