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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Enemy 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.