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 India and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.