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 Switzerland 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.