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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.