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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 snare 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 The Pop Group to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.