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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.