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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Brick,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.