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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.