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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.