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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.