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 Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.