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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.