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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.