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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.