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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.