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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
DNA,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.