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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
JFA,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.