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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Television,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.