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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.