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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
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.