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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.