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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.