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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.