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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.