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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.