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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.