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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.