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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.