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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.