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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson 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 jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Zapp,
The Index,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.