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 New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 X-101 to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.