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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.