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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.