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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
June Days,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Roxette,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.