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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.