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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.