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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Franke,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.