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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.