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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.