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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.