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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.