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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.