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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.