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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.