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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth 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 grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.