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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.