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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.