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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.