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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.