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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Scientists,
New Order,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.