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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.