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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Magma to the dance 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Fear,
Rakim,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Can,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.