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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
MC5,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.