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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.