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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.