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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
CMW,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.