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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
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Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.