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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fuzztones to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.