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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.