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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.