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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
New Order,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.