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 Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Can,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.