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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.