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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.