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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Brick,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.