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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Smog,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.