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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.