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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.