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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.