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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.