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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Quantec,
The Names,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.