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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.