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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.