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 Egypt and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.