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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.