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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Count Five to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.