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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.