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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.