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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.