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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.