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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
June of 44,
Slave,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.