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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.