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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.