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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.