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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.