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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.