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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.