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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.