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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.