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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Wire,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.