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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Organ,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.