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 Brazil 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
The Names,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.