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 Mali 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.