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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.