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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.