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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Can,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.