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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.