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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Brick to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.