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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Black Flag,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
the Association,
Whodini,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.