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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.