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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.