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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
UT,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.