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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.