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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.