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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.