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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.