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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.