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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Nas,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.