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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.