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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.