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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Malaria!,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.