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 Russia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.