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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.