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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.