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 Benin and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.