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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.