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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.