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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.