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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.