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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.