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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Brick,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.