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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Index,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.