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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
UT,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.