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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.