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 Spain 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.