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 China and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.