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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
the Germs,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.