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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Cluster,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.