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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
The Names,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.