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 Armenia and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.