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 Swaziland 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.