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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.