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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.