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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.