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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
June Days,
the Slits,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
the Association,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.