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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.