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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.