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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.