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 Taiwan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.