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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Smog,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.