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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Kas Product 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.