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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.