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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.