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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Can,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.