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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.