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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.