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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.