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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
MC5,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.