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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.