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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Magma to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.