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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.