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 Monaco 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.