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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.