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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
PIL,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.