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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.