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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.