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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.