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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.