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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Fear,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.