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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.