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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
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.