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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.