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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.