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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
10cc,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.