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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.