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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Little Man,
X-101,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.