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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Can,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.