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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.