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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.