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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Gong,
New Order,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.