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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.