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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.