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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.