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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.