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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.