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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Trojans to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Technova,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.