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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.