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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
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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.