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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.