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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.