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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.