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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.