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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.