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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
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The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.