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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.