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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.