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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Franke,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.