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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.