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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.