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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Swans,
MDC,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.