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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.