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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.