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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.