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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.