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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.