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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.