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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Evens,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.