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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.