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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.