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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.