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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.