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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.