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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.