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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.