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 Uzbekistan 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
The Cure,
ABC,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.