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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
The Index,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.