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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.