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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.