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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.