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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.