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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.