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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Magma,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.