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 Poland 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.