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 Portugal 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.