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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.