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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Index,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.