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 Syria 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.