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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.