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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.