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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.