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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.