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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
ABC,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.