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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.