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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.