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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.