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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Residents,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.