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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.