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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.