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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
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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.