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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.