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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
The Busters,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.