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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Move to the punk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.