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 Czech Republic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.