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 Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
New Order,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
The Residents,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.