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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
EPMD,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Faust,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.