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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Unwound,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.