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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Franke 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.