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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
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.