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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.