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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.