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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.