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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.