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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.