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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.