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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Roxette,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.