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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.