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 San Marino and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.