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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.