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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.