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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
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Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.