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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.