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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Pole,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.