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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.