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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.