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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.