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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
cv313,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Scion,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.