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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.