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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.