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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.