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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
JFA,
MDC,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
ABC,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.