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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.