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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.