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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.