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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Gong,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.