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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.