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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Neu!,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.