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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.