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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Remains,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.