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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
The Move,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.