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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.