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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.