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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.