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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.