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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.