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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.