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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Wings,
The Names,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.