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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Smog,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.