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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.