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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
John Cale,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.