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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.