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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Skarface,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.