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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.