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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.