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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
The Residents,
10cc,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.