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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
The Names,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.