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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.