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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Section 25,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Fear,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.