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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.