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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.