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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
cv313,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.