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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.