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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.