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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
John Cale,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.