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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.