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 Romania 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.