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 Netherlands 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.