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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.