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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.