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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
PIL,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.