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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Index,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.