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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.