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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.