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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.