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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.