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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.