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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One 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?
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.