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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.