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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.