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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.