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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.