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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.