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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.