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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Can,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.