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 Israel 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.