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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
X-102,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.