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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.