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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.