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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.