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 Madagascar 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Wire,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.