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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.