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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.