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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Q65,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.