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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.