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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.