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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.