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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.