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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.