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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Shoche,
Zapp,
Mars,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.