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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.