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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Index,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.