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 Libya 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.