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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Visage,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.