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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.