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 Mauritania 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.