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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Standells to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.