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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.