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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.