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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Monolake to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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 Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Crime,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.