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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.