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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.