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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.