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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.