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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.