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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.