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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.