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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Brick,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.