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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.