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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.