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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.