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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.