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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.