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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.