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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.