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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.