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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.