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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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?
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.