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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.