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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.