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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chrome to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.