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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.