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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Franke,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.