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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.