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 Japan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.