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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.