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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.