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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.