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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.