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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Visage,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.