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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.