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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crime to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Slave,
The New Christs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.