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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.