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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
AZ,
Yaz,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.