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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Black Dice 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.