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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
JFA,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.