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 Libya and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
The Motions,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Y Pants,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.