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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.