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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Can,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.