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 Equatorial 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway 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?
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.