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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.