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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Television,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.