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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.