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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
DNA,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Can,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.