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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.