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 Gambia and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
The Names,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.