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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Sonics,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.