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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 güiro 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.