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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.