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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.