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 Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.