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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brick to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.