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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.