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 Botswana 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Swans,
The Index,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.