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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.