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 Bahamas 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.