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 Angola and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.