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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
the Germs,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.