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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.