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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.