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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.