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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.