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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.