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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.