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 Belarus 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.