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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.