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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.