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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Nico,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.