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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.