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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.