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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.