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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.