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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Q65,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.