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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Flipper,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.