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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.