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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Franke to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.