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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.