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 United States and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.