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 Slovenia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.