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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.