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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.