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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Technova,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.