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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Index,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.